Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Pretty green, blue, pink, red and white colors!
My gaze bounces from one to the other.
Looking through my window, senses confer
how sight-touch turns thoughts to my lover.
White and pink from each periwinkle;
peaking blue sky; red tomatoes, green crinkle;
growth from onions and new peppers may twinkle.
Much in window’s pane does besprinkle.
Looking out, the feeling of harmony
reminds me of love’s perfect reverie:
A special day of laboring happily
while together we played plant botany.
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